Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

All a poet can do today is warn.

No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.

All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable

To be a success, be in love with your business.

The secret of art is love.

Guess I've been reading too much fantasy.

Obama is a man of first-class intellect and first-class temperament. But his character remains highly suspect.

But when we are following the light, even its extinction is a guide.

If we are not a little bit uncomfortable every day, we're not growing. All the good stuff is outside our comfort zone.

...even a tiny bit of deceit is dishonorable when it's used for selfish or cowardly reasons. - Mr. Penderwick

Life is a journey through a foreign land.

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

American audiences tend to be more expressive than British ones.